Page 7 of The Hot Shot

“Walker.” I growled the word out as the heat spiked along my skin. It was as if he was playing a game to see how long it would take for me to snap, to march straight over into his space and wrestle the shirt off his back and seal my mouth to his. I didn’t, though. I fought the temptation and watched, waiting for Walker to pounce as I slid myself down at an angle, leaning my elbows into the high raised back of the sofa. “Tell me.”

“Because I saw the hesitation, Sebastian. I know you want me. I can see it by the way your eyes are glued to me and the way that your throat bobs up and down.” Walker paused for a moment, taking a sip of his drink and allowing the taste to swirl in his mouth before he licked his tongue slowly across his lips. He walked over toward me as I stood tall and I took the glass from his hand, allowing our fingers to brush against one another. “I couldn’t miss the outline of your hard length in those godforsaken trousers that were cut like a second skin for you and those fucking lips, Sebastian. Those pouty lips that parted ever so slightly as they let out a sigh that captured me here.” He hit his chest with his palm, revealing more of those formed abs that I was desperate to lick and tease. “You see the biggest reason of all. I saw the way that you were hiding from everyone around you but you couldn’t hide from me and that showed me that if I wanted you, I had to respect that too.”

“Fuck!” I hissed the word out, staring back at Walker like he’d just given me a backstage ticket to see my favorite band and that I was the only person who would be hearing his tune. “I… know that you’re right.”

I knocked the drink back, swallowing harshly as I watched Walker match my every move as he stepped forward and grabbed the glass from my fingers, placing it on the desk behind him. I hoped that Walker wasn’t toying with me. I knew I could only give him this—just one night—but I could already tell that if he made a move, then I’d be all in. He’d be my guilty secret that I’d keep locked away in my spank bank for a long time to come.

“Sebastian…” Walker growled, and the dominance oozed from his pores as he turned around and reached for my upper arms, pinning me in place as he rubbed his hands up and down. Suddenly, he gripped my jacket and began removing it from my form. “Is this, okay?” he asked.

I nodded at him, not speaking due to how dry my throat was as I gazed into his eyes, the fire radiating back at me. There was a pure hunger burning just for me. I allowed my gaze to travel between his mouth and his eyes, flicking between the two as I wondered if either of us would make a move, further than the teasing temptation so far. I was desperate to say fuck it and just open my trousers and let my cock do all the talking, thinking that would maybe spring us both into action. The tension between us was sizzling as the sparks shot between us.

Walker grabbed my wrist and spun me around, walking me backwards until my back hit the wall, knocking the air out of me.

“Walker…” I moaned. “Do something, please.”

Walker’s eyes went wild with lust, darkening further the moment I let the sound leave my throat. I couldn’t have controlled it if I wanted to. He’d wound me up so tight that I felt like my balls would explode from the built up tension that I desperately needed to release. I haven’t even kissed the man yet and he’s made me turn into a horny fucker, desperate and needy. I’d never been like this. It was as if he was waiting—no, scrap that—wanting me to let go and admit I was just as desperate for him as he was for me. It didn’t matter that he knew my cock was rock hard for him. He wanted the actual words and not just the physical motion. Anyone can get a boner mid-thought but to admit to the desire rather than just acting on it; that was a completely different box of emotions to unlock. Walker needed the confirmation that I wasn’t here under duress and that I was fully on board with what he had in mind. I just fucking hoped he had in mind what I did.

My heart sped up faster as Walker physically crushed his body against mine, closing the space between us as his hard length rocked against my side. My own cock rubbed against him in response, desperate to be out of the restricted clothing I wore, even though it was creating an amazing friction as one of his hands reached up and cradled my cheek in a swift motion. The other wrapped around my neck, his fingers spreading across the width, holding me in place as his firm lips met mine.

I was frozen.

I’d kissed other men before. The sensation was always soothing and warm but this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Walker had unlocked an inferno inside me that was traveling through my veins, eager to explode.

The subtle movement of our lips brushing against each other’s wasn’t enough. I pushed for more, desperate for the pressure that I knew he had within him to brandish his taste on my tongue. I pushed for more, my tongue peeping out and testing the water between us as Walker opened his mouth, greedy for more. His hand palmed my neck with a ferocity I didn’t want to stop as I reached my fingers over his chest, catching the metal nipple ring and feeling both our cocks twitch with need.

“Sebastian,” Walker breathed against my lips as I slid his unopened shirt from his body, dropping it to the floor, desperate to have a better view and feel of his hot, burning skin in the palms of my hands. “Fuck…”

I pulled back from his swollen lips and took in the sexy man in front of me, wishing I could see what the hell was in his head at this moment as I placed my hands in between us, pressing them against Walker’s chest.

“Damn that was hot,” I grunted out and the strain in my tone was evident. I gazed down at the metal hoop in Walker’s nipple and began to toy with it before licking my lips. “I like this.”

“You like piercings, huh?” Walker cocked his head to the side before he trailed his hand to my belt buckle, undoing the clasp before grabbing my hand. “Want me to show you my favorite one?” He winked before rubbing it over his crotch. “We can always go to the bedroom?”

Fuck me now!

“Bedroom,” I hissed. “Most definitely.”

CHAPTER SIX

WALKER

This was a first for me. Normally I liked the guy. I usually wanted to be controlling, possessive and forceful when it came to sex but with Sebastian, he needed guidance and coaxing from his shell. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what he wanted; if anything, he knew exactly what he desired but he was so firmly tucked away in that closet that allowing himself to feel was almost like a crime to him. I wasn’t someone who’d allow him to feel ashamed or guilty over being desired and pleasured. I’d gently help support every single thought that manifested within his mind without judgment until he felt that being with a man was not a misjustice but an awakening in life.

“Clothes off, now. I want to see you,” I demanded the moment Sebastian stood in my room, taking my half naked form in. “I want to taste you before I get to feel you inside of me.” I growled. “That cock of yours is mine tonight. If we only have one night, then I’m making sure I’m getting my fill of you completely. I want to satisfy the pair of us beyond our wildest desires.”

Sebastian lifted his brow, obeying my command without issuing a single word. The look of pure unadulterated desire shining on his face was all the acceptance I needed as he slowly unfastened each button, creating absolute torture in his wake as I watched. It was as if he was enjoying watching the way that he aggravated me with his deft fingers moving at a snail’s pace, waiting to see how I’d react to the show he was providing. I only had so much restraint and Sebastian was testing it to the limits. If he wanted a show, I’d give it to him.

I shucked off the rest of my clothes in barely thirty seconds and stood there, my hand caressing my long thick girth, flicking the barbell frenum piercing in my length, watching until Sebastian was as bare as I was. Fuck, he looked good.

With defined muscles that made him look like he worked every spare hour in the gym and his engorged cock making my mouth water, I knew I was a goner. I noticed the glistening precum at the end and I was desperate for him. The moment he stripped the rest of his attire off and was a bare canvas for me, gone was the cocky, strong businessman and instead, all that was left behind was the visible insecurity radiating from his pores. Normally I’d have thrown the guy’s clothes back at him and told him that this was a mistake, realizing that I was turned off by the situation but instead of freaking out, I knew that I needed Sebastian. I needed to show him that I could give him what he truly craved: me.

I hoped that when Sebastian spotted the frenum bar on the underside of my shaft, he’d go wild with desire and want to explore the pleasure it could give us both, rather than run for the hills being scared of a little bit of metal. After all, I spotted the way he loved my nipple ring and the heat in his eyes.

I saw the determination edged across Sebastian’s face as he watched the way I stroked my length up and down before I curled my pointer finger on my free hand, indicating for him to come to me.

“Walker…” He stepped forward as I stepped backwards, making my indication clear that I wanted him to get onto the bed. “Are you trying to get me to blow my load already?”

“Maybe?” I coyly winked as I pushed him backwards onto the bed and dropped to my knees. Sebastian leant up onto his elbows, his face peeking up so his eyes could connect with mine and watch the show I’m about to give him unveil at the pace I decided. My own cock bobbed upwards, leaking its own precum at the thick shaft I was faced with, knowing that soon I would be creating pure pleasure for the both of us. “But I’m sure that I can make you—”

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